“WHO’S a good boy?” I cooed as I picked up Poseidon and patted him on the back. After I was done feeding them one by one, they all slowly drifted to sleep, as their bellies were full of nutrition. Personally, this was my favorite time of the day.
My youngest son fluttered his eyes closed, his head lolled to my shoulder. He looked so peaceful now when moments ago he was whining about not getting enough food from his brothers. He had always been so patient, waiting for his turn that always came last. Alas, all of my boys were good boys and they were not difficult at all.
Rita knocked on my door. She slipped her head in, smiling at the sight of my youngest sleeping in my arms. “Do you have a second? I want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, sure. Come in.”
The old woman, who soon turned into the boy
